I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man
Let's fuckin' picture it, shit's about to blast the fan
Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning
You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening
Not a fake person, that's the sims man
I dont care if your not a fan
Fucking die, you just couldn't be a man now your my least favorite fan,
It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn
My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan
Don't see that shit bout you, you got one fan
My sim card's the bomb
Burning up,turn the fan on/
Stop hatin i know you a fan
Big shit popping, i'm the man
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